Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.